The ceo's bride ( Under Editing)

Chapter 43

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As their tender kiss escalated into a passionate embrace, they found themselves entwined, their bodies nearly bare. With a trembling breath, he bit his lip, gently sitting up to unclasp her bra, discarding it carelessly to the ground. With a swift motion, he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, their connection electric. In a fervent exchange of kisses, their desires ignited, each touch infused with raw emotion. With a sudden intensity, he captured her wrists, pinning them above her head, his own arousal pressing against her. She gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation as he captured her nipple in his mouth, enveloping it in a warmth that consumed her with pleasure.

He tenderly explores her body, igniting new sensations that draw out moans of pleasure. As he gazes into her eyes, filled with both love and desire, he pauses, ready to take her completely. However, Sharanya interrupts, reminding him of protection. With a playful smirk, he dismisses the idea, expressing that he doesn't have one. Sharanya jokes about Sarah having siblings, to which he responds with laughter, remarking on the joy of creating new life. In the heat of the moment, his words intertwine with their passion, eliciting gasps and moans from her lips. With a firm grip, he asserts his possession, reveling in her tightness and declaring her as his own.

After indulging in three or more rounds of intimate connection, their bodies intertwined in a tender embrace, they succumbed to a blissful slumber. Wrapped in each other's arms, they found solace and contentment, drifting into a state of tranquility and deep affection. Their breathing synchronized, hearts beating in harmony, they nestled closer, cherishing the warmth of their bond. In this moment of profound closeness, all worries faded away, replaced by a sense of profound peace and fulfillment.

As he held her close, she drifted into slumber, resting unknowingly on his chest.

In the hushed embrace of the night, Sharanya and Ishaan lay in peaceful repose, until the jarring ring of the phone pierced the tranquility. While Ishaan remained in blissful oblivion, Sharanya's senses jolted awake, her heart racing with unease. With trembling hands, she reached for the phone, her apprehension palpable.

Each word from the caller's lips sent shockwaves through her being, her expression morphing from confusion to sheer disbelief. Wide-eyed and trembling, she grappled with the sudden onslaught of fear and uncertainty, struggling to maintain composure amidst the storm raging within.

The weight of the caller's ominous message hung heavily in the air, shattering the serenity of the night. Sharanya's mind raced with a deluge of questions, each one a dagger of dread piercing her fragile resolve. Despite the paralyzing fear coursing through her, she steeled herself, mustering the courage to confront the looming threat.

With a deep breath, she brought the call to an end, but the remnants of fear lingered in her gaze, betraying the turmoil raging beneath the surface.

Gazing upon Ishaan's peaceful form, oblivious to the turmoil that had enveloped their lives, Sharanya's heart swelled with a fierce determination to shield him from harm. Yet, the ominous words of the caller cast a menacing shadow over their once serene existence, leaving Sharanya to grapple with the daunting task of safeguarding their fragile peace.

In the subdued glow of their bedroom, Sharanya's thoughts raced with the urgency of the looming threat. Seizing Ishaan's white shirt and hastily selecting a pair of pants from the wardrobe, she was consumed by an unwavering determination to shield him from harm. Quietly slipping out of bed, she moved with deliberate care, mindful not to disturb his peaceful slumber. The suitcase nestled within the closet became her silent ally as she meticulously packed essentials for both herself and Sarah – a few garments, cherished toys, and a family photograph radiating the warmth of happier days. Each item she tenderly placed within the suitcase mirrored the weight of the burden she carried.